Trivia Night At The Catholic Club (Part 2)

Dressed Up Again

The whole night at the Catholic Club was supposed to last until 9:30 p.m. which would have given me a bit of time to write before heading off to sleep but it wouldn’t have been enough. Despite this lack of time, I increased my problems when I didn’t reach home until 11:00 p.m. I still ended up writing in my diary which took me until 11:30 p.m. but because I was so tired I only ended up writing a page or two.

When 6:00 p.m. arrived on Monday night I had myself dressed up in my polo neck sweater and the pinstripe pants I wear to work as well as my new black shoes. I wasn’t too sure if anyone else was going to dress up but I just went by what Keith said and I knew I could only wear my polo neck sweater anyway as it was the only casual-type top that had a collar. From my house we headed out to pick up Binh and with him in the car we headed to Ned’s house where we picked up both him and his brother.

With a full car of five we headed to the Catholic Club and again, I looked eagerly overdressed for the occasion thanks to Keith’s helpful hints. Sometimes I think he’s being openly flagrant in his opinions, seemingly naïve in his perceptions to make me look bad and stand out in the crowd. Before we actual played the game of Trivia where we’re asked a bunch of questions we answer as a group we decided to play Snooker. Well, the four of them ended up playing and not feeling the desire to play and associate I headed over to the pokies.

Trying My Luck On The Pokies

Having spotted the ‘Egyptian’ poky game upon entering I was set on playing to win me a small fortune. Setting a limit to what I would spend, I inserted $5 to start off with but my limit would have been ten measly dollars. Spotting my money to the machine I started playing all lines efficiently, doubling up on small amounts, keeping larger amounts without a risk. At first I began on the one cent machines so I would last longer and that I did end up doing.

My credits continually jacketed up and down and when it seemed like I was going to lose it all I would keep doubling up to win my small fortune back. There was a stage where it would only come out as black clubs and spades instead of red hearts and diamonds on the doubling up arena. That caused me to bet more on black and it paid off in most circumstances. Finally I think I quit after putting ten dollars in the machine and what eased me into retention was the fact that I hadn’t received fifteen free spins in the whole time I played.

Trivia And Free Spins

Having lost only a small portion of my money to gambling I headed back to where they were playing Snooker tables and shortly after we picked ourselves a table, ready to play Trivia. The first question was ‘What are the five flavors in a skittles packet” and as that was an easy question the other questions varied in and out from our pool of knowledge. There were four of us there in a group and after the first twenty questions and our chance to win prizes on the way we submitted our answers to be graded.

We were thinking that we would come last as we stepped away for our break but I was surprised that we scored a 30 out of a possible 45. In our break Keith and I played pokies again because we wanted to win the jackpot of $2000, close to going off. That never happened for us but playing the same ‘Egyptian’ game on a two cent machine my luck finally paid off.

Scoring fifteen free spins I accumulated just over $20 so I betted it down to that amount and then forwarded it out. In reality, I was up by five dollars but since I had bought Binh and myself a drink earlier in the night I considered myself even. Binh ended up shouting me a drink back and as I also shouted Ned a drink to go over the edge some more I felt good to finally shout people drinks.

The second half of the questions was more questions on music, more prizes to win and finally, the final result. As we handed in our results and anticipated our result, we knew we couldn’t win as we were ten points out of contention. However, we were happy to receive a score around the middle of what everyone had scored. Before we left the four of them including me ended up playing some more snooker as we had to wait for Ned’s brother to finish his game.

Last One Dropped Off

This ended up taking a while so I sat in the TAB section by myself until everyone was done and after that we jumped into Keith’s car and it was home-time. I was the last to be dropped off around 11:00 p.m. and as I had done so I jumped onto the computer as already noted. The alarm was set for my first day of work in that work week and despite my only having six and a half hours of sleep to my name they were good hours. It makes me wonder how I feel perfectly fine after six hours of sleep but receiving eight hours makes me a little more tired during the day.

Now heading to that ever illustrious Tuesday night which is full of clouded mystery as to what eventuated. Well, if you didn’t read my little briefing of the night you won’t know what happened. Let me just say it wasn’t too much and it wasn’t too little, it was just around the strength of passion that we should have acted. There was no sort of sexual prowess apart from my contingent erection and probably uniformity to Lyssa’s feelings. However, I don’t believe that I bothered explaining my Wednesday at work so let me just capitalize on those events also.

Taxi To Lyssa’s

Beginning my Tuesday night with the taxi arriving around 10:00 p.m., I jumped in it still tying up my shoes. In that hurry I was well prepared as I brought along my polo neck sweater for warmth as well as putting on my work clothes but putting my shirt and tie in my bag. Chatting to the driver all the way to Lyssa’s house I jumped out eyeing the one shining light in her house, not really knowing what to expect.

As I paid the Taxi driver $12 for the fare I remembered that Lyssa persuaded me to come over, preparing to pay the expense of the Taxi so I could help her out for the night. Lyssa asked me for the favor of sleeping over her house (As weird as it seems) so I figured the least she could do was hold up to her word to pay half of the Taxi fare. I figured not to ask her for the money as it would only bring the bitchy side of Lyssa that I didn’t want to help give rise to.

All through the night and until Lyssa had left for work I didn’t hear no word of receiving some money for my supposed helping out of Lyssa. Lyssa didn’t bother paying half of my fare to her house despite her will to pay the whole thing and I knew that once again this would go unanswered, oh how well I know Lyssa’s worth. Why I even considered heading over to Lyssa’s house wasn’t certain as I was brainwashed by my penis’ thought that some possible arousal was looming.

Good Shoes Better Confidence

Despite Lyssa forgetting to compensate me I was mollified by her recognition that I had real good shoes on. In addition, Lyssa really thought the polo neck sweater suited me and she also made the comment that I like spending my money on higher quality clothing. I felt good that in the eyes of the fashionable I was deemed as rightly dressed but I don’t need Lyssa to tell me that I dress good, I know it from my own perception.

I’m starting to gain much needed confidence in my being good looking and attractively set to the opposite sex. These clothes and my taking care of this body is helping along greatly in my lifting my game. All I need to do now is just keep lifting my confidence and before you know it, I’ll have a girlfriend or in the extreme but more enjoyable circumstance, I’ll be a lady’s man, delving into the hordes of choosing associated to my appearance. However, it seems that I have to shake this continual tendency to appear like I have a grudge.

Holding Back

Through the whole night at Lyssa’s house I kept myself quiet and when Lyssa was talking I appeared as if I didn’t really care, glancing at the television each sentence. In reality, I probably was thinking ahead of myself and wondering if Lyssa and I were going to get along to the degree of higher sexuality but I wasn’t paying enough attention to the first step, making her feel comfortable around me. There was an unseen grudge emanating from the ethers about me but there was also a pristine air about me.

It’s hard to explain how I was reacting because to me it’s so normal but I was holding back, making myself hard to talk to and making myself seem uncaring. In the end I made a gallant effort to change my ways so that I would be more at home with Lyssa but with Lyssa I’m always at home and normal. I might put on a more austere front but because Lyssa and I have been together for so long, we can’t erase the bonding we have done and thus, we are already in that zone.